Long Wu chatted with Xiang Yu for a while and noticed that Xiang Yu seemed distracted, so she asked, "Is something the matter?"
Xiang Yu didn't want to talk much about street matters with her, so he shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Long Wu didn't press further, knowing Xiang Yu was feeling full, so she took his arm and went for a stroll outside.
Xiang Yu enjoyed this time, leisurely strolling in the small plaza of the hotel, letting all his worries drift away.
"When will you be able to let go of all this?" Long Wu asked casually.
Xiang Yu sighed inwardly and shook his head. At this moment, he wasn't the usual carefree hooligan, but his true self.
He had once thought about disappearing, going to a place where no one knew him to live a simple life.
But reality always contradicts dreams; there are still many things he cannot let go of. If he let go of everything, he might as well become a Monk.
